Peace and quiet has settled on Chez Fromage. Finally. So, thought I'd update everyone on what should be a sanity test for just about anyone. Camping and fishing with grandkids and going WITHOUT Grandma. As seen in the above pic, I'm getting stink eye from Karis. I used to get the same look from her mother at that age. Eli is in Eli Land.
Smartest thing I did was take the two connivers to a local campground only 10 miles from home.
Eli goes camping a lot with his parents but it was a first for Karis. Both kids helped set up camp.
Hot dogs are always better when camping.
The fishing part was mostly me baiting hooks and taking pan fish off said hooks accompanied by sighing and quiet swearing from grandpa. Kind of wearing.
After dark, I had the kids get ready for bed, but then had them come out to the open field and chase fireflies. They had a ball.
I made backpackers' scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast the next day and Eli informs me that he DOES NOT LIKE BACON! I start to wonder if he was switched at birth. Karis does not like the texture of the eggs, so she won't eat hers, either. Therefore, I eat well. Eli then says he will eat the Coco Puffs his Mom sent if I will pour the milk on them.
Me-"What Coco Puffs?"
Eli-"These."
Me-"I don't have any milk."
Eli-"But why not?", followed by whining and pouting.
Me-"Eat 'em without milk."
A little bit more fishing and then we broke camp and went back home. On the way home, I stopped at the local bakery and got both kids a donut and milk. I got myself a very large and very black coffee and asked for a shot of scotch in it.
Got the kids home and Mrs. C said I looked like hell. Apparently, the trip was hard on Karis, too.
